Finding Comfot In The Mundane


We nestle our hearts in a place where we feel safe
deceived by the illusion of conformity
yet destroyed by our own safety.
Once a slave always a slave, they say.
Onto freedom!
For what frontier is left for man to attain.
Reaching for the stars
deceived by the will we perceived to have evolved.
Created and apart
yet reconciled by the sacrifice of one
for eternity has an answer.
Onto our death! Thus we will be defined.

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